January 31, 2015

January 31, 2015

“When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.”

January 31, 2015

January 31, 2015

A clan of evil vampires found (not if you have any sense they’re not; you’d keep well away!) in Serbia, Bulgaria and Romania, noted for their red hair. They are considered the worse species of the undead in the Balkan’s; the spawn of Judas Iscariot, they can drain a victim with a single bite or kiss. The scaring of their bite forms the shape of XXX, denoting the thirty pieces of silver received by Judas in payment for his betrayal of Christ.

They do not make good travelling companions, nor should you try chatting them up in some run-down hotel bar in Romania. They are crap in bed; trust me on this, boys & girls. And believe me when I say, it will not be a case of love at first bite. They are, need I mention it, imperishable.

January 30, 2015

A moon had risen while I slept, and was shining through the
countless-windowed roof; but her light was crossed by so many
shadows that at first I could distinguish almost nothing of the
faces of the multitude; I could not fail, however, to perceive
that there was something odd about them: I sat up to see them
better.–Heavens! could I call them faces? They were skull fronts!
–hard, gleaming bone, bare jaws, truncated noses, lipless teeth
which could no more take part in any smile! Of these, some flashed
set and white and murderous; others were clouded with decay, broken
and gapped, coloured of the earth in which they seemed so long to
have lain! Fearfuller yet, the eye-sockets were not empty; in each
was a lidless living eye!

January 30, 2015

January 30, 2015

Back into the rain, back into the night, through deserted city streets, under broken Christmas lights swinging in the wind, along Boar Lane, the shopping centres and the vacant offices dark and huge, black canyon walls looming, up Market Street, the queues of empty buses all lit up with no place or passengers to go, through the Kirkgate stalls, past the mountains of rubbish, the rats and birds feeding, back to Milgarth, back underground…Two nights on and everything dead now…